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He hmmms, so I know he heard me.

“Dex is going to be even more competitive with more champions collecting one win each, and he has none so far,” I say.

Another hmmm from Hades.

“Did Charon tell you Meike is our ally now?”

That gets him to swing slowly around. “No.”

One word and yet so very ominous. I smile. “She has the Mirror of Ariadne. That should come in handy. Right?”

“Yet another runt.” Hades mutters the last bit under his breath.

“Rude. Size has nothing to do with capability,” I point out. “Simmer down and let me make my own decisions.”

Beside me, Asclepius makes a choking sound.

I blink up at Hades. “We’ve already met to talk through strategy.”

We couldn’t wait for him to get back. Zai, Meike, and I have met a few times while he’s been gone.

“Of course you did.”

“You were gone,” I point out, and I immediately regret it when a muscle at the corner of his mouth ticks. “I didn’t mean that as a dig,” I say, quieter.

I shoot a glance at the black glove on Hades’ hand at his side. He’s refused to tell me about his punishment, but he’s still healing. He did that for me.

Hades meets my gaze, and his softens slightly. “I know.”

A nerve ending decides to fire in my elbow, and I pause, squeezing my eyes shut through it. When it fades, I open my eyes again to find Hades has crossed to my bedside.

He sends Asclepius a glare. “Why is this still hurting her?”

“Almost done,” the healer answers.

“Not fast enough—” Hades cuts off when I tug on his sleeve to get him to look down at me.

“He’s not trying to hurt me,” I say. “I’m fine.”

His jaw works for a second before he hooks a chair closer to sit down beside me, storm-cloud eyes skating over my features. “Stop saying you’re fine when you’re not. You always do that.”

I roll my eyes and give Asclepius a smile. “Hades apologizes.”

“You trying to manage me again?” Hades grumbles.

“You need a little managing.”

“Pretty sure that’s you, not me.”

“All done,” Asclepius says. The relief in his voice is so palpable I have to swallow back a chuckle. “Stay in bed one more night, and then you can go.”

Hades rises to bend over me, inspecting the wound with narrowed eyes, and I swear the healer holds his breath.

“The scars?” Hades demands. My arm is covered in sort of silvery purple and shiny skin from shoulder to wrist.

Asclepius winces. “I did the best I could.”

I elbow Hades with my good arm.

“What?” he asks.

With a nod toward Asclepius, I say, “You did amazing. It feels fine. Better than fine.” Especially compared to even just this morning. “Thank you.”

I elbow Hades again.

“Yes,” he says. “Thank you.”

The way the healer’s eyebrows climb practically into his hairline, I’m guessing gods don’t use those words often. His cheeks turn a little rosy, and then he nods and hurries from the room.

“Poor guy,” I murmur. “I think you scared him.”

Hades glances toward the door. “He’s fine.”

“Yeah, well, be nicer next time. He’s helping.”

Hades sits back down and runs the gloved hand over his face. “There better not be a next time.”

When he catches me staring at the glove, he tucks it in his lap.

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